Ch3: Liars

Not sure what she was doing, she awkwardly led the boy down the corridor towards her haven. Soon, she would have to give up the most precious tool in her arsenal of techniques to stay obscure: her isolation. Hopefully the boy would lie like he did with his name. She had many backstories that she could use to get rid of him, but if he told the truth, she was screwed to hell. But, her very prized tool was what drove her to agree to his proposition. All those years of isolation were so lonely. She needed a friend, but she wasn't sure if this boy wanted to be friends or more than that. She could read people pretty well, but he was damn near illegible. Luckily he was bad at lying well.

For the first time in her life Sarah was going to attempt to connect to another human being. To think that someone would finally know the secrets of Sarah… She needed a last name. What would be a suitable last name? Weinmen? No. Baraquela? No. No. She would just have to tell him the truth. The whole truth. How will he react? Considering, he himself is different, he may not be irascible or unforgiving. The truth may not be such a bad idea. But remember not to tell him unless he tells you. Oh, shit, the last corner. Well here goes nothing. Jumping out of her mind, Sara turned to David as Natalie.

Beaming up at him, she stuttered, "So, David, w-would you l-like to c-c-come in? Maybe we can get started on the project."

With a strange glint in his eye, David replied skeptically, "Sure, I would love to come in. Just tell me-" He hesitated. He would have asked "why do you insist on putting up this deceptive barrier when you are obviously more eloquent than this?" but he decided against. Something told him that she knew his name wasn't David by the way she emphasized it. He quickly recovered with, "what sort of Latin philosophy books do you have?"

Realizing this petty back and forth of lies, she thought on her feet, "W-well, I have the requirements: P-Plato's Republic and Aristotle's Rhetoric." She said as she reached for the door. Well then here goes nothing. Placing the key on the door, she could feel each click as the moved against the lock. She turned the doorknob and finally pushed the door open. Oddly, this wasn't as heart wrenching as she thought it would be. "So, let's get started. Shall we?" She said as she closed the door.

Well then, he thought, I guess we will finish the project and then talk. This should only take, maybe, half and hour. Should I just give her the answers? No. She's smart. We'll word to together. "So where shall we start?" And for the next hour, they worked together. Fortunately, she had more books than she was willing to admit; unfortunately, she wouldn't admit she had those books. The temptation to ask the question, "Why are you suffocating yourself in a veil?" was enormous, but he refrained. He knew that she didn't take her obscurity lightly and he could also see she was making an effort. After about four hour they finished. It was a 19 page long report on the hazards of a few governmental policies.

He frowned, "So what do you think, C material?"

"Oh, definitely not. We'll be lucky if we get a D," she replied sarcastically.

"You do know that I wasn't being sarcastic, right? This report is terrible. It's only 19 pages, first of all. Second the few policies mentioned have to tangible impact on the greater population, and third, the philosophy mentioned also influenced Nazi politics!"

"Holy shit, you're actually scared for your grade in this place? God, this joke school gives A's to anyone who donates money, which your parents obviously do."

"Oh, shut up." He wanted to break into a rant about how she cared about her grade but that would be too obvious. So he resorted to, "You just spent a whole hour on homework. Don't tell me it's because necessary. You obviously care about your grade but are too stubborn to admit it. You're so caught up in this fantasy world that you have woven for yourself that you can't tell the truth from dream." Shit that may have gone a bit far. I specifically tried to refrain from just that sentence for the past hour. What the hell?

It was her turn to stare in shock. But her shock was more of fear than of anger. After a minuet of silence, she dropped her head, whispering again, "Leave, please. You can go turn in the paper."

He walked over to her cupboard and opened it. Feeling on the top shelf, he pulled down four books saying, "Let me just finish it." Grabbing the paper, he turned to leave. As he was in the doorway, he said, "Don't worry, I wont give you much credit."

Walking down the hallway, his footsteps echoed. He reached in his bag to pull out his map, but found his schedule instead. Looking briefly at his watch, he realized that he only had 2 hours to finish the paper. Where is everyone? Probably at lunch. I should get to the library to finish this. It's not like I have any help. Goddamn it, how could I be so stupid to say that? It's probably not even true. This is why I don't trust my intuition, it's always wrong. If I can't even befriend the loneliest person in school, then – well, that is what I set out to do – I'll be completely alone. Finding the library, he set out to finish the project but after about 5 minuets he realize what Natalie had said was right. His first day there and he was already trying to outshine those who didn't care. Putting the paper and books, in his bag, he went outside.

The campus had magnificent grounds. Acers and acres of rolling green dunes filled his eyes save one patch of tall green. Supposing that's a forest, he started to move towards it. Moving to the top of a dune, he saw a brown haired figure about a mile out. Despite the alluring forest, he moved towards the figure. He had a faint idea about who it was, Natalie. He wondered if talking to would encroach that which was not comfortable to be crossed, but he had to try. What should I say? 'I'm sorry' sounds too cliché and having a long winded apology seems too personal. Hell, I'll just wing it. Moving along, he couldn't help but notice the trees did not seem to be moving in relation to where he was. It was either an enormous forest or very far away.

Looking forward, he noticed that he was getting close. Strangely his heart began to race, so he paused to take a breath. After a few minuets of standing he started to move forward. "Finally! I thought you didn't have the balls to talk."

The voice was startling. So she knew he was there the whole time. "Look, we've both lied to each other-"

"It's O.K. I know that I haven't been very hospitable. In my defense, it's not like you were the nicest person."

"Oh, come on. You were so wrapped up in deceit; you couldn't even tell you were lying!" He said, a smirk appearing on his face.

"Well, then. Now that we know that we both lie like hell, how about a truce? We have, what, two hours? Let's tell our stories. God knows I could use a friend."

"We both could."

Hi there. Sorry for the clicheness of this chapter, and the next. Hopefully u wont have to bear it much longer.

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